Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

But

He was grinning.]

That he made it back in one piece, of course. She was sure they'd find him and start cutting off fingers to find out who sent him.

But no. The Winchesters are getting sloppy, apparently.]

[At least she has manners?]

[It’s said easily without any real attitude. Even though he’s still getting used to his new body, his mind is already on what he needs to do. That smirk is back on his face as he glances back up at her.]

See you soon, dear.

[And he best remember that, too.

There's a sigh, and she seems rather unaffected as he disappears. Hell, it's not as though it's anything new to her. The 'dear' is a tad annoying, though.

But there's not much she can do about it, now. No quick fired retort necessary, there's no point if he won't hear it.

So she'll just go back to sipping at her coffee.]

[After making sure that the coin was still safely in his pocket, he shrugged out of the jacket his vessel had been wearing.]

[She can do that, you know. And she certainly has reasoning behind doing so; but the demon really doesn't think she needs to explain herself to the younger. So she doesn't bother wasting her breath.]

Well, I really don't have all day. Go on-- 

[Never. That’s when. He may be an ass but when it comes down to it he’s good at getting the job done. So he smirks a little smirk at Val, salutes and disappears. When he comes back he’s a new man. 

Literally.]

[She's really only hoping he doesn't let her down now. Now is not the time for mistakes. Or perhaps it is; and that's her reasoning for making him go instead of doing it herself.

She waits, patiently. And as the minutes tick by, she's sighing to herself, pressing her back to the wall of her apartment.

By the time he finally returns, she's settled in an armchair with a cup of coffee.]

That was quite quick, actually.

[Again he sighed, but so soft that it wasn’t even worth noticing. Already he was coming up with a battle plan of slipping in and slipping out. When  she mentioned his smell, he looked up.]

[Those coins are relatively hard to come by. Not for her, of course. But she'd really rather it if someone else didn't get their hands on it. Like the Winchesters.]

The fires are absolutely necessary. 

So you want me to be like Old English then…Nice.

[Sighing heavily he nods and takes the coin from Val, flipping it over in his hands a few times before stuffing it in his pocket.]

And don't lose that.

--Because they never leave it behind. 

[The car, she means. Sure, there was a time where they didn't touch it for... A while--A year, perhaps? But that was only a precaution. Dean would never leave it behind. Not now.]

Your wish is my command then. What kind of information were you wanting me to find? Or is this strictly observation?

Just observation. Listen in, watch them, and put this--

[At that, she pulls a small, golden coin from her jacket pocket. It seems like some sort of foreign currency; odd marks etched into the metal. She holds it out for him, watching as it shines in the light.]

[His arms fold across her chest and he shakes his head.]

No dice. I may be new to this but I sure as hell know better than to go near the Winchesters. Or their Angel. Besides…One of them had good ol’ Luci in him, didn’t he?

But she'll let it slide, this time.]

I wasn't asking you to go. 

More like, I was commanding it.

[He allows himself a smirk before raising and eyebrow and letting out a low whistle.]

[The Winchesters intrigue her. And, of course, so do their souls.]

I want you to check up on them. I can tell you where they are. And something's wrong with the Angel, you won't have to worry about him.

[It doesn’t take long for Evan to appear.]

You're doing a marvellous job~

[But she didn't call him here to offer praise. No, she has a favour to ask.]